The Wet Furs

I knew how valuable it was of course, just as I knew there was over twelve thousand dollars in cash with it. It was everything we had in the world and the thought of losing it was almost as horrifying as being assaulted in the middle of the night. I shook my head, fearfully telling him "I don't know where it is! I swear! Festus took it with him!"

I was crying in desperation and hot tears flooded down my face. I was sure that my life was either going to be destroyed or simply snuffed out like a match in the wind. Worse still, I knew there would be no one to save me from my fate.

The man's lips drew thin and he growled angrily as he shook me hard. Then I saw the shadowy but unmistakable silhouette of a long knife appear before my eyes.

"This ain't about you, Omega!. You tell me where the drugs are and you don't have to bleed tonight! Your Alpha sent his Beta to spike me with Wolfsbane thinking I won't know he had the antidotes... So I'm gonna ask you one more time, Omega, where are the drugs!

Wide eyed in terror, I watched as the moonlight glinted off of the razors-edge of that blade as it slowly moved closer to my face. I knew how thoroughly screwed I was. With a kilo of antidote in the house, Festus and I would be ganged to death because it was gotten from a Vampire scientist who had lived for more than a century. It's a sin in the pack to have anything to do with the Vamps, so the fastest way is not getting drugged with Wolfsbane so you won't need their help.

There was nothing left for me to do.

"It's-- it's under the bottom drawer of the dresser." I finally told him, sobbing uncontrollably. "Go ahead and take it, just pleeease, don't cut me!"

"Under the dresser, is it?" he snarled and pulled the knife away. "Fine. I'm warning you, don't fuckin' move and you might get through this alive. I'm telling you right now, bitch, if it ain't there, you are gonna feel pain like you never even dreamed of!"

Pushing me back into the bed, he stepped away. A moment later the bright, directed beam of his Maglight came to life and I watched in a twisted blend of horrors as he pulled the drawer out and dumped it on the floor.

When he reached into the opening, I was torn between my desire to live and my need for that stash of cash and drugs. I watched in helpless desperation as he removed the plastic wrapped bundles and dropped them one after another into his bag. By the time he had claimed it all, I felt as violated and defeated as I had when he first appeared in my room.

Bitterness and anger overwhelmed my fear and I shrieked at him, "You have what you wanted, you bastard! That's everything we have. Now go! Get out of my house and leave me alone!"

When he calmly zipped the duffle closed, I actually thought he might. But then, he turned the light around and let it slowly play up and down my body.

"I would," he said with what might have been a touch of regret. "But I ain't done yet. Festus violated my den and now, I got to violate his. I know it ain't gonna make you feel any better about what I'm about to do to you, but this really ain't as personal as its gonna feel. Still, it don't hurt that you are so fucking sexy."

'Oh, my God! He's going to rape me!' my mind screamed. 'This can't be happening!' I could almost feel his eyes burning into me as the light traveled over my body and I did my best to hide myself under the sheets.

I swear, he just chuckled softly as he watched me squirm. "That ain't gonna help, girl. Besides, I think you're gonna love your first taste of black cock." Then, with one strong hand, he began pulling the covers toward the foot of the bed.

'No, please!' I whimpered as my feeble grip on those sheets failed and I watched in horror as my bare legs became exposed to his view. My heart was heaving in my chest as the dreadful reality of his assault became clear.

I was trapped on my own bed with a man bent on taking me by force, unable to even scream for help. My mouth grew dry and a shudder went through me as he sat the light down onto the carpeted floor. The beam rose from below, casting chaotic and unearthly shadows over the room as he slowly unbuckled his pants. The threatening sound of his zipper coming down filled me with terror. Yet with it came an unwelcome longing and the first hint of moisture appeared between my clenched and trembling thighs.

I knew what it was. The fear was affecting me as it always did, arousing me at time when I should have been repulsed.

Once unbuckled, his jeans dropped from his hips, exposing the long shape of his cock. Calmly, as if I wasn't even there, he took his member into his hand and stroked it until it stood, ridged and proud.

'Oh fuck! He's huge!' was my first thought at seeing it and more tears began running down my cheeks. He was so hard that I knew he'd have no trouble getting that monster into me. I pleaded, "Please, I'm begging you, don't do this to me!" but he just shook his head.

"What's got to be has got to be, girl. One way or the other, you are going to get fucked. The only question is, how many bruises do you get along the way?" He pulled off his shirt, revealing his dark and powerfully muscled chest.

An uncontrolled desire rose in my throat as I gazed upon his body. He looked chiseled from a block of pure obsidian. He was strong and so beautiful, yet underneath his physical perfection, hid a monster intent on raping me, even if it meant beating me into submission. Despite his intimidating presence, I couldn't believe it was actually happening to me. Not until he reached out and grabbed me by my ankle. When I felt the steel in his grip, it all became very real.

"Noo!" I screamed as panic seized me! I kicked at him and tried to drive him away, but my feeble blows were nothing to him. His grip never wavered and with a quick pull, I was drawn, flat on my back, to the middle of the bed. His hands slid up my legs and I gasped in fear as his fingers slipped under the slim hem of my panties.